Twenty-five Sentences

A/N: I saw a prompt for something like this where you take the first letter of your name and make twenty sentences with all of them starting with that letter about someone other than yourself. Well, I kind of went with that for SasuSaku where every sentence starts with "S" and is about them and their relationship, but instead of twenty sentences, I did twenty-five because yolo. It's basically a makeshift poem, of sorts. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Sakura or Sasuke, though I love them dearly!

So damned annoying; that's all she ever was to him from the moment she opened her mouth.

Stupid fantasies seemed to cloud her mind on a daily basis of the two of them together.

Sasuke wasn't the type for love or romance or anything of the sort.

Shy stuttering of encouraging words whenever they were alone filled his ears.

Silly, childish thinking on her end that he would ever return her feelings.

Sappy confessions were told to him at least once a month, but the one he was never prepared for, was to finally hear hers.

Shattering hearts is something he's apparently very good at; he could see it clear as day on her face.

She never asked for this, he knew, and yet, he'd broken her heart, and would continue to do so.

So-long to the friendship they once had, especially on the day it became known that he was dating her of all people.

Screaming had filled the void between them where friendship used to be.

Scathing words cut each other like a sword, but no word said really held true.

Such a terrible end befell the relationship between him and her, though it appeared to only be one-sided.

Somehow, a friendship was rekindled after years of being strained, and this time, he didn't want to fuck it up.

Small conversations grew larger and larger, the closer the two grew.

Saturday night was accompanied by a home-cooked meal made by him for her.

Slow walks to and from classes together seemed to always result in the two almost being late, but by some miracle, they weren't.

Stumbling on words made him look like a fool when he finally admitted his guilt for rejecting her all those years ago when he should've said yes.

Sakura was too patient with him; willing to put up with so much, and he found that not many others would deal with him that way she did.

Stuffed hands in pockets, and the avoidance of any types of physical affection almost put a dent in things.

Soft whispers were ushered into each other's ears as they got cozy at a mutual friend's party.

Sloppy kisses on the couch that night reeked of booze, but neither one seemed to care.

Slurping down coffee with Excedrin wasn't exactly the best way to deal with a hangover, but it worked for them.

Staying in his shell for so long, he'd almost forgotten how to function sociably with the outside world, but now she was there to help.

Studying all day and night was so tiresome that he had to sometimes pull her away from it all and force her to relax.

Somehow, these two made the relationship work, and no one really understood why, but at least they brought the best out in each other, and that's all that anyone could ever hope to ask for.